“There must always be doubtfulness,” said More, “in such matters. That is why the novitiate is so severe; it is to show the young men the worst at once. I do not think you need be unhappy about your brother.”
“And what is your view about the Holy Maid?” asked Ralph, suddenly delivering his point.
More stopped in his walk, cocked his head a little on one side like a clever dog, and looked at his companion with twinkling eyes.
“It is a delicate subject,” he said, and went on again.
“That is what puzzles me,” said Ralph. “Will you not tell me your opinion, Mr. More?”
There was again a silence, and they reached the further end of the gallery and turned again before Sir Thomas answered.
“If you had not answered me so briskly at dinner, Mr. Torridon, do you know that I should have suspected you of coming to search me out. But such a good head, I think, cannot be allied with a bad heart, and I will tell you.”
Ralph felt a prick of triumph but none of remorse.
“I will tell you,” went on More, “and I am sure you will keep it private. I think the Holy Maid is a good woman who has a maggot.”
Ralph’s spirits sank again. This was a very non-committing answer.